Forgiveness. // my books Playing With Fire and The Wild Heart are available via the link on the home page xo Love Beau
You were my brigde...
Especially if you're handed tiny shreds of hope to cling to. No matter how small, its something to keep you standing there
It's hard to look at you but it's even harder to understand why you never apologized to my face for what you did to me. You apologized like a coward; over the phone. It didn't even sound sincere at all.